Chapter 159 - Pleasure Room
The door of Lord Damian's Pleasure Chamber had opened. Six slim figures of women walked in, all with clothes that barely covered themselves. With only straps of fabric covering them, any man would salivate over them.
Elliot took the lead and walked to the enormous bed the lord laid on. The bed had red satin sheets, complementing the red walls of the room and the moonlight that passed through the large windows.
"Lord Damian," Elliot leaned in and crawled towards the awaiting man. He took a ribbon from his neck, and got on top of the man. "Let's play a game, my lord."
~ 2 hours earlier
"Wait, wait," Elliot raised his hands to stop them from walking further. They were only a few steps from the palace and there were still questions irking his mind. "What will happen after rescuing Viper?"
"Well, we're going to… err," Florencia stopped momentarily. "How will we convince the lord to not give the title to Viper?"
"Let us ask Viper what he thinks first before we go on with our plan," Lance said. "If he doesn't really want to take over, I will call my father and deal with this matter. An Heir of a noble or royal can denounce their title, just like I did."
"But what if Viper wants to be in that castle?" Connor asked. "What if, somehow, he had grown fond of being a Lord?"
"Then we will have no other choice but to let him go," Elliot said, sighing. "Let's respect whatever he decides on doing. That's what we're going to do."
"Okay," the others agreed and proceeded to their journey.
A few meters from the palace gates stood two people in black. When they saw the approaching group, they took of their hoodies revealing that it were Kian and Gomorrah.
"Thank you for being here," Elliot said. "We really need your ability to save a friend that's inside."
"Don't worry about it," Gomorrah said. "You saved us and our home. This won't be enough to repay your kindness."
"Okay," Elliot turned to Florencia and nodded. "Do your thing about her wings."
Florencia brandished her weapons and pointed them at Gomorrah. She casted the spell under her breath, letting the woman's body glow with a dim bluish color. Her wings started to curled into nothingness, making her look like she's human.
"Okay, we're ready," Florencia announced. "Let's go to him."
"Halt!" The guard said when the group reached the gate. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"We're the escort for Lord Damian," Lance answered, taking the lead and seductively waved his body so his chest would bounce. "A guard invited us over."
"Err," the guard was speechles after seeing the busty "woman". He was trying his best to hold his composure but he was losing it. "L-Let them pass!"
The metal gates creaked open, revealing the large castle that was owned by the lord. Though it was unusual for a lord to own a castle instead of a mansion like all others, the Lords of Glassbalde prid themselves with their advancements, bribing the Royal Consteuctor to build them a castle instead.
"This is like Alorde Castle," Ed whispered. "Heavily referenced in every structure. Anyone could tell."
"Shh," Lance shushed them. "We're not here to compare castles."
Two heavily armored men had walked over to them. Their gold equipment shoned from under the light of the moon and their spears looked long and sharp.
"For the Lord's escorts, you must follow us into his chamber," one of the guards said. "You will not wander off into othe areas of the castle and should you be seen somewhere else, you shall be thrown into the dungeons. You're not allowed to touch anything nor talk to any of the castle's staff. This would mean that you are not allowed to leave Lord Damian's chamber unless it's dawn or he tells you to."
"But what if we need to pee?" Elliot asked. "I mean, we will be inside for a couple of hours. We need to relieve a bladder somewhere around these hours, right?"
"Well," the guard's stone cold expression almost faltered, he looked to the side and cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "Lord Damian has plans for that, so you don't have to worry."
"I do not want to know what those plans are," Hope whispered to Ed's ear that made the othet boy snicker.
The guard only quirked his brow at them but let the thought go. "You may now enter the Pleasure Chamber of the Lord. Enjoy yourselves."
"I am not going to enjoy myself," Elliot sighed as the chamber room door opened.
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"Hurry up, baby," Lord Damian groaned as he felt Elliot's fingertips running around his body. Elliot's hand had landed on the Lord's cheek. "This is new. My escorts would usually lay there while I lead. You seem to want to dominate."
"Do you not want that, my Lord?" Ed asked seductively, crawling to the large bed on the other side of the plump man. "We want to give you new kinds of pleasure."
A grin formed on the Lord's lips. His eyes narrow and his mouth curved up, imagining all the things these "women" would do to him.
"Okay, my dear," Lord Damian said and giggled like an old man.
Elliot almost gagged after hearing this, almost blowing his cover. He took a deep breath and smiled, gently placig his hand on the man's chest.
"Lay down first, my lord," Elliot whispered and draped the ribbon on the man's eyes. "We will give you all kinds of pleasures right this second."
It was a sign for Gomorrah to do her thing. She walked beside the bed and crawled to the man beside Ed. She then placed both her hands on either side of the Lord's head.
"Do you feel this, my lord?" Gomorrah asked. "We will start in three, two, one…"
Her hands glowed with a pale pink light. The man's lips parted as Gomorrah injected the thoughts into the man, putting him asleep and letting him wander around his dreams with his thoughts.
Florencia took a deep sigh and deactivated the magic she put on them. The "women" had now returned to their original forms and Gomorrah had received her wings back.
"That was exhausting," Florencia said, plopping on the floor, panting. "I used up almost all of my mana. I need time to replenish."
"Father, it's me Corey. I've heard–"
Everyone's head snapped to the door who was suddenly opened. A man that looked exactly like an older Viper had his eyes widened after seeing his father's room filled with boys who wore revealing clothes made for women.
"Oh," Corey dropped his hands to his sides and cleared his throat. "I-It seems like you're busy? I'll go return another time."
"No, wait," Lance said and conjured a black sheet of cloak behind Corey. "You saw this.. You have to stay."